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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 47

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: The Legacy of Ashes

Notes: So, this is where I ended it :( . I consider the chapters that will follow this as 'extras'.

Special warning for this chapter: !!!!Smut/spice. Foreplay. Intercrural intercourse. Unprotected PIV intercourse. Consensual.!!!

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn. Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter: 47/47

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The day of the ceremony came on the day of the first fall of snow. And even though you were already wed, the thought of partaking in such a ceremony was nerve wracking. It would be an intimate affair with only a few present.

You had picked a gown that you had successfully kept hidden from Lancelot’s eyes. Red Spear had taken that task on her shoulders and kept it in a chest in her room, she was very serious about no one touching that chest without permission, keeping treasure safe just happened to be one of her talents.

Arthur was the one who found a cloak at the market for you to wear, you hadn’t even asked, it was just a symbol of his kindness. Percival picked flowers for a headpiece and he may have plucked nearly every flower there still was near the castle to find the ones he liked the most. Gawain said not a word about the flowers Percival had picked to Lancelot, nor about the gown or cloak. But neither had the knight spoken about what Lancelot wanted to wear, they had visited the village together and returned acting quite suspicious. There was a chest in your shared bedroom that Lancelot used to store his clothing and some items, a habit from when he was with the paladins, but ever since they had returned from the village that chest had remained locked.

And as Pym and Arthur helped you with getting ready for the ceremony, you couldn’t help but look at the chest. The handy Arthur placed the headpiece, that he had made with Percival’s flowers, upon your head, noticing the curious look you threw at the chest that had finally unlocked earlier that day.

“That curious to see if Lancelot has good taste in clothing?” he asked with a grin.

“Shut up…” you mumbled.

Pym swatted at his arm once. “Don’t tease her. She’s already nervous.”

“I am not that nervous.” you denied it.

Arthur continued to tease you, “That’s why you asked if we’re sure we didn’t see him ride away from the castle?”

Alright, maybe the nerves were getting to you. “I don’t want to waste people’s time if he were to change his mind, that’s all.”

“Of course.” he grinned.

You looked down at the dress, it’s color was neutral but the embroidery was delicate and beautiful. “Do you think he will like this gown?”

“Of course he will.” Pym blurted it out as if the other option was impossible.

Arthur was a bit more forward with his opinion on it. “He may find it difficult to keep his attention on your eyes alone if you decide not to wear the cloak.”

You looked down again, having to agree with him. The neckline was more open than you’d usually choose, but the fabric was too beautiful to pass on.

“Arthur!” Pym smacked his upper arm twice. “Shut up!”

You winced. “It’s fine, Pym. It think he may be right about that…”

Arthur picked up the cloak to help you put it on. “But this will help keep him focused.” It was a deep shade of blue, a heavy and thick fabric. “Come here.”

You stepped closer, letting him drape the cloak over your shoulders and the hood over your head. “I love this cloak. Thank you again for acquiring it for me, Arthur.”

He plucked a loose hair from it. “It was my pleasure. You look stunning in it.”

The cloak did give the feeling that it was a protective layer to hide from the world when it would get too much, it was a welcome shield. “Thank you.”

He was enthusiastic for the day. “Now. Not to worry. As asked, Gawain arranged for only a couple of people to be present. Some of Guine-… Red’s crew did insist on attending. And by Percival’s request there will be a feast afterwards for all to eat and drink what they’d like.”

There was no doubt in you that the boy would take full advantage of that if not supervised. “Just keep Percival away from the wine.”

“Good point.” Pym said.

The jest rolled out. “And Pym too.”

“Oi!” she protested, swatting at your arm now. “I helped you!”

“I wasn’t being serious.” you snorted a laugh

She let out a small sigh, rolling her eyes but with a smile. “We should get going.”

“We have time.” Arthur quickly said, appearing rather nervous. “Let’s just enjoy this day, take our time.”

You grew suspicious. “Is there something wrong?”

He cleared his throat, feeling the suspicious stares of both you and Pym. “No.”

“Arthur.” Pym sensed that he was trying to deceive you. “What’s going on?”

He tried not to alarm you. “They asked me not to worry you with it. Just wait here for a while, read a little, talk to us a bit.”

Your smile fell. “Arthur, this is the day of my joining, don’t lie to me.”

He sighed. “Alright. Just… don’t worry, alright? There is a slight problem.”

Your hands tightened around the arms of the chair you sat in. “What sort of problem?”

He took a step back. “Gawain and Lancelot left with Red Spear and some of the crew. News was received about Fey in trouble not so far from here.”

He had tried to keep it a secret that the one you were supposed to give your vows to was not even present?!?

Panic set in. “When did they leave?!?”

“This morning.” Arthur sheepishly admitted. “That’s why I came to help so early.”

“I shouldn’t be getting ready for this ceremony while my husband is out there risking his life!” You grabbed your sword and stomped out of the room. Arthur and Pym chased after you.

He tried to change your mind, “You can’t fight in that dress-”

You didn’t look back and quickly walked through the halls to reach the stables. “Watch me.”

Setting foot in the courtyard made you halt. Lancelot had returned along with the others and stood next to Gawain. From what you could hear they had successfully freed a group of Feys out of the hands of people who had wanted to hand them over to the Church. Among the ones they had saved, there were three young women gathered around Lancelot and carefully fawning over him. It was no wonder, he looked terribly handsome in the attire he wore now. His cloak a deep shade of blue, much like your own, matched the color of his shirt and the new jerkin he wore was a dark grey, all of it had embroidery on it that looked like Fey symbols. It would have looked spectacular if it had not been stained by blood. His eyes locked on you and for a moment it felt like everything else no longer existed in the world.

There you stood, in the snow. The beautiful cloak draped over your shoulders, the hood of it curved around your face and made you look ethereal. The gown complimented your body so well that his hands ached to touch it.

He stepped away from Gawain and crossed the distance of the courtyard to reach you. Your eyes swerved over him, growing concerned about the blood.

“Are you hurt?” Your hands searched for signs of injury on him.

His gaze traveled over you freely. “Beautiful…”

You blinked, his hands came to your waist and drew you in closer. “What happened?”

He couldn’t help but appreciate the gown while he explained the situation, “A group of men were traveling through the area with Fey they had captured. They had hoped to trade them to the paladins for coin.”

“Why not tell me?” you asked. “I would have come along and helped. Why tell Arthur to deceive me?”

He prayed he was not in trouble over it. “I did not want to worry you. I want this day to be perfect, you deserve a true joining.”

A small sigh fled your lips. “It would have been anything but perfect if I learned that you were harmed or killed.”

“I am unharmed.” He smiled with caution.

“Uhm…?” Percival pulled your attention, then pointed at your gown.

Some of the blood had come off Lancelot’s clothes and stained your gown. The Ash Man got a little pale upon seeing it as well, swallowing hard when his eyes flickered up to yours to read your response.

He had ruined the soft fabric, tainting it with the blood of those he’d fought, while you looked so breathtakingly beautiful in it…

You couldn’t help but pout. “My gown…”

He felt so guilty. “I will find you another. I promise I-”

“No. It will do. I prepared for this ceremony for days, I am not delaying it.” A playful smile curved your lips whilst whispering to him, “I’ll just take it off later.”

The change in his eyes was instant, they got a darker hue. You took hold of his hands before they would be too tempted to try and reach for you again.

“Go wash your hands, before you get blood over something else.” you told him.

With a nod he headed off to do exactly that. Percival shook his head, clearly biting his tongue to not voice his opinion on how the Ash Man had been foolish to stain your gown. It was Gawain who approached, took a rag from under his sword belt and poured some water over it with his flask. The knight went ahead and tried to get the stains out, muttering about Lancelot’s tendency to act before thinking.

The location for the ceremony was chosen to be by the fire pit, as per Merlin’s idea. The magician found it fitting for the Ash Folk to unite themselves by the ancient fires. So you stood before the flames, opposite of Lancelot, hands in his. He must have sensed how overwhelming it felt for you and gave your hands a gentle squeeze.

Those present were Red Spear along with some of her crew. Merlin, Gawain who stood beside Kaze. Arthur who was trying to stand a little closer to Red Spear. Gareth, and Pym who stood a few steps away with Percival at her side.

Lancelot’s cloak complimented the one upon your shoulders and made you wonder if Arthur had helped him choose it too.

Merlin stepped forward. In his hand a long woven string of dried purple flowers, that somehow still smelled heavenly, and was woven together with a long piece of blue ribbon.

He used it to bind your and Lancelot’s hands together. “Bound by destiny, love and loyalty. Entwined as the roots of a tree, ever growing as the branches and flourishing as the leaves.”

It was odd how experiencing a true joining for the first time could bring you close to tears so quickly, but you refused to let them show out of worry that they may not be seen as the symbol of joy that they were. What you did notice was that even Lancelot appeared to have a similar response.

Merlin spoke to all, “We are here today to let this Ash Man and Ash Woman join together in life.” He turned to Lancelot. “If you wish to speak your vows to her, you may now do so.”

You felt the hands around yours tremble, saw the heavens in his eyes warn of rain. Baring his heart in front of the eyes of others like this was harder than he’d expected it to be. He needed a moment to compose himself and was too afraid of the reactions to ask for it.

“Can I start?” you asked him and Merlin with your sweetest smile.

The magician had noticed the Ash Man’s struggle to speak and understood why. “As you wish.”

You held Lancelot’s hands a little tighter and waited until he made eye-contact before you spoke, “The first time I learned that you were my husband, I thought it was the cruelest thing that had ever happened to me.”

Those present grew a little wary, sending each other questioning glances. Even Lancelot showed signs of oncoming panic.

You continued, letting those in the room breathe easy again. “But now I know better. I know that in my darkest days you brought me the light I never had. Now I can decide to say ‘yes’ to you, to choose you as I would have the first time if I had known then how wonderful you are. And this time I can say without reservation or deceit that I vow to love you.”

He stood before you, breathing shallower, his gaze glued to your own. After blinking a few times, he seemed to return from the place his thoughts had wandered off to.

He saw Merlin give an encouraging nod and found the courage to speak his own vow, “I will always regret how we began. I deceived you, today I vow to never do so again. I cannot erase the past but I will always try to right the wrong done to you. For long I had believed my heart to be cold, until I felt you ignite the fire inside of it. Love is an action, a privilege, a dedication to preserve what grows between us. I vow to cherish and hold your love for me as you do the same with mine.”

The tears were hard to hold back but you managed it. Red Spear glanced at Arthur but quickly snapped her eyes forward again when he nearly noticed it.

“Are they going to kiss again?” Percival sounded like the thought of it made him nauseous.

“Shhh!” Pym hushed him fast.

Merlin looked at you. “Will you still keep him as your husband?”

The answer was one without doubt, “I will.”

Then Merlin looked at Lancelot. “Will you keep her as your wife?”

He nodded eagerly before answering, “I will.”

Merlin looked to the small onlooking crowd. “If anyone objects to this joining, speak now.”

“Ahem.” Gareth broke the silence.

Lancelot’s hands tightened ever so little around your own. If your hands had not been bound, Gareth would have regretted that jesting behavior.

Gareth held back a smile upon seeing the glare of Gawain. “What? I’m just clearing my throat.”

By the looks of it, he’d be clearing his throat from Percival’s knife if he kept up the behavior. Under the pressure of the other stares, Gareth kept quiet.

Merlin addressed both you and Lancelot, “This part is much like a wedding of Manbloods. Seal this joining with a kiss when you are ready.”

Lancelot was clearly ready fast. Almost did you giggle at how politely he kissed now, so very proper in front of the others. Afterwards, Gawain came forth and took off the ribbon and flowers as Lancelot had asked of him.

“Can we feast now?” Percival got enthusiastic right away.

“Boy.” Gawain send a scolding look. That lasted until most of Red Spear’s crew began to react just as enthusiastic on Percival’s question.

Lancelot saw Gawain look at him for approval. He spoke to everyone, “Yes. Now we feast!”

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The feast included all those present in the castle. For the celebration Gawain had allowed ale to be purchased from the village, along with all sorts of baked sweets and delicious food for all to indulge in. You were in the dining hall, enjoying the music some of the Fey decided to play whilst others happily ate from the food available. The first thing Percival did was stuff a lot of those baked sweets into his pockets and then went to store them in his room, Lancelot had seen but said nothing of it.

Arthur was sitting next to Red Spear, she often had a rare smile on her face when the Manblood was so close to her. Kaze was stabbing some meat on her own dagger and took a big bite of it, preferring not to seek out much conversation with the others as she enjoyed her meal. Pym had gone to dance with Gareth after he had asked her, she had stepped on his toes at least twice but he bravely continued. Merlin sat next to you, pouring himself another tankard of ale while offering to pour you one too, which you politely declined.

Gawain and Lancelot had gone outside the dining hall to discuss something the knight had noticed on the map. Even during the feast of a joining, duty still called upon them. A hand was suddenly near your face and you looked up to see one of Red’s crew.

“It’s your joining, come dance.” the man with a long beard said as he offered his hand to take.

You weren’t sure if it was a good idea. “I should wait for my husband.”

Merlin interfered, “It would be a shame if you would spend the evening of your joining sitting at the table whilst others danced.”

He must have seen how you had kept looking at those dancing and how fun it seemed to be. You did want to dance, it had been so terribly long since the last time.

“You’re right.” you told Merlin. Then turned to the man, “What’s your name?”

He smiled broadly when you placed your hand in his. “Drustan”

You got up from the chair. “I’d love to dance, Drustan.”

He walked with you to where others were dancing, at least it was no slow or intimate way of dancing but rather one that required quite a bit of pace. The dance was energetic and you had no idea that it would get you out of breath so fast, but it was just too much fun to stop. You spun around and around, watching the room flash by your eyes until your rear collided with someone.

“I kept you waiting.” Lancelot stated and swiftly put his hands on your hips, daring to pull you even closer.

Your cheeks felt close to burning when your back made contact with his groin. “I decided to dance while waiting for you to return.”

“I saw.” His hands skimmed over your hips. “You look so very beautiful tonight.”

You bit down a grin. “Just tonight?”

His breath was hot against your ear not a second later, speaking your name in a scolding manner. You leaned your head back against him, smiling at the way he proceeded to kiss the back of your head.

“Are you not too warm?” he wondered, having seen the fast way of dancing while you still wore that thick cloak.

It dawned on you just how warm the room was with the hearths heating it and the presence of everyone. “My cloak-”

He needed no further answer and took off your cloak, swallowing hard when seeing what it revealed underneath. You tilted your head a little to see why his breath had hitched. From his angle he had a perfect view right into the neckline of your gown. And he was unashamedly staring, not even having noticed that you were waiting for his eyes to return to yours. They returned only after you had softly pressed a kiss to his jaw. Flushed cheeks and the look in his eyes of a boy caught stealing a sweet. He took a moment to recollect his composure and put your cloak down over a chair nearby before returning to your side.

“Can you dance?” you whispered sweetly.

His voice wavered, “I can learn.”

You turned in his arms, taking his hands in yours. “Let’s see how good your footwork is without a sword in your hands.”

He took on that challenge, proving that great swordsmen were indeed good dancers. You taught him some simple dances and found out that he was quick to learn and follow the example from those around him.

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After the long feast, that was still not at an end by the sounds of the singing in some areas of the castle, you returned to your room. It was late and even Lancelot appeared tired. It was quite lovely, that silence in the bedchamber as you both reminiscent about the night.

He was the first to speak, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You smiled as you walked to the wardrobe to grab your nightgown. “I really did. You?”

“Yes.” He took off his cloak and began to dress down, trying not to yawn too loudly.

“I have not seen you so tired in quite some time.” you pointed out.

“I was restless these past few days, often waking in the night. I wanted this day to be perfect.” he admitted.

“And it was.” You walked over to him, helping him take off his shirt even though he needed no aid.

He cupped your face, leaning in to brush his nose along yours. “Thank you for helping me to right this wrong. You could have said ‘no’.”

You let the tip of your nose graze over his. “I’d wed you a thousand times over.”

He succumbed to the desire to kiss you and let his lips caress yours slowly, tasting your bottom lip, the slow pace was heavenly. It came to an end when he broke away to yawn.

“Am I boring you?” you jested.

“Never.” he said apologetically.

Your hands glided over his shoulders to sooth that worry in him. “It’s alright. Go rest. I’ll just wash up and join you.”

He gave a grateful nod and went to lay down while you went to the washbasin. You saw him fall asleep mere seconds after his head touched the pillows, he must have been very tired indeed. You took off the gown and washed with no haste, joining him in the bed a while later after putting on your chemise. Quietly you got in, trying not to wake him. He still turned over behind you, as you laid on your side facing away from him, and put an arm around you. Slow and playfully you scooted back and bumped your rear into him, it only took doing it three times before he got as close as he could, his pelvis slightly pushing against your rear. What began playful, grew into more when you did not stop and his hips chased the feeling of you grinding up against him. You bit back a noise when feeling that familiar movement of his hips as they moved against you, and hearing the way his breathing got just a bit louder until it almost sounded like he was trying not to grunt. One calculated graze of your rear over his groin and you felt the result of your teasing poke you.

“Should I have let you sleep?” you felt a bit guilty over potentially ruining his sleep with this.

His husky voice slipped into your ear like silk, “Keep going.”

To empathize, he pulled your hip back just as he moved forward into you. You swallowed a sound at his growing confidence with intimacy, his boldness to take what he desired.

“I miss the heat of you.” He brushed his hand from your collarbone to your shoulder, hooking his thumb under the neck of the chemise to bare your shoulder, mouth locking on the bare skin there.

The confession shot arousal through your veins and it settled in your groin. You made your own confession in return, “I miss feeling you too.”

He held your hip in place and pushed his groin firm against you, letting you feel him well. Hushing the quiet yearning sound he could hear you try to muffle. “Shhh…”

When you kept brushing your rear against him, the hand on your hip moved to your stomach and glided up to curve over your breasts. He fondled both, softly kneading at them. His mouth tended to your shoulder before it moved to your neck.

There was no warning when he began to bundle up the skirt of the chemise, and he snaked his hand under it the second it was high enough up your thighs. He cupped you intimately, brushing his hand over you a few times before finally using two fingers to tease. The enthusiasm and patience he showed always made it near impossible to not plead for more. Often you were stubborn and tried to keep quiet for as long as you could, something he took as a challenge to arouse you so much it made you lose your inhibitions

There was no haste, no goal, just comfortable enjoyment. Him touching you, you tilting your head to kiss him with appreciation. Him gently sucking at the corner of your bottom lip, biting down and touching it briefly with his tongue. You reaching back to rub a hand over his groin….

Palming him through his trousers earned an appreciative sound from him. You grinned against his lips when feeling him harden further.

“Touch yourself.” you encouraged and collected his hand from between your legs. “Do it for me?”

He palmed himself in his trousers at the encouragement, it was helping him break through the mental barrier he had towards pleasuring himself

He knew he’d always hear the memory of your encouraging words speak to him now every time he’d lay a hand to himself.

Slowly he stroked himself, feeding his eyes with the view of you, especially when you pulled the neck down of the chemise some more. He moved the sheets and dropped his gaze lower, fixing it on your thighs still hidden mostly under the chemise. “Move your chemise up. Bare yourself more for me.”

That deepening of his voice was caused by his lust-filled state and enhanced your own, teasingly slow you moved the fabric up your thighs.

Then his lips were near your ear, offering you the praise for it. “My lovely wife…” A deep unsteady breath. “I want to sink myself into you, I want to feel you clench around me. You’re so beautiful when you’re enjoying me.” His breathing got even deeper. “The curve of your mouth as you moan…”

You grew restless, heated. “Lancelot…”

He slid his hand between your legs again, and with little effort his affections had results. “Wet already?”

You hated him for the smug comment, and hated how it still aroused you further. “Are you going to rile me up, or are you going to put your thoughts into action?”

He did not need more incentive than that, he freed his hardened self and drew you closer by the hips to slide himself between your thighs. “Hold me. I need you to-” he swallowed hard, “hold me just like this.”

You hummed with a smile, feeling the heat of him radiate against your inner thighs as you squeezed them together to hold him and let him use them for his pleasure. His eyes fell shut at the feeling it brought him, he gave your thigh a squeeze and slowly ground into you, feeling how your thighs held his hardened length well between them. His arm wrapped around to hold you close, gently you rocked against each other.

You felt him brush against your groin constantly, heard him quietly groan from pleasure. “Good?”

“I love your thighs.” It rumbled deep from within his throat. “I can feel you coat me with your wetness.”

He did so love them, the sight of them dripping with his seed from that night in the inn still often returned to his dreams and memories. Exploring ways of pleasure felt infinite, there was so much he had missed out on until now. Now you sweetly let him explore and guided him in the ways of desire.

You dared to request something. “Can you try to brush into me more?”

He was quick to honor that request and used a hand to angle himself. He rocked his hips into you and the tip of him grazed through the wetness and over the sensitive bundle of nerves. It provided enough friction to cause moans to tumble out of you.

After a while, you ground into him harder, a clear signal to him. He didn’t know if this would work, but wished for it to. He moved your knee up and forward toward your stomach then started to palm himself and teased over and through your wetness with his cock, it was coating him, preparing him for what you yearned for.

He teased your entrance with the tip of him. “Breathe.”

Slowly he brought himself inside, holding you by the hip as you moaned at the fullness he caused. He held your hip, rolling into you over and over again in a calm pace, keeping you against him as close as he could. He wasn’t fully thrusting, just letting these gentle movements build the desire up to a heated need. Hearing his stuttering breaths into your ear was highly stimulating. You held his arm around you, waving your fingers between his own and letting your body follow the moves of his. He ground into you slow and deep, and it wasn’t long before he uttered quiet praises in your ear when his mouth wasn’t too busy leaving a trail of wet kisses along your shoulder and jaw. It was so intimate that your body responded strongly, you felt yourself get so slick for him that it was almost embarrassing. He shifted his body a bit and it brought the feeling inside you to a whole other level. You let go of his hand and grabbed onto the pillow, squeezing it hard into your fist to keep a hold of yourself, pressing your face into it to muffle the way your breathing had changed so drastically. He was trying to get the noise out of you, pushing your hip to get you flatter on your stomach on the bed and almost putting himself on top completely.

He kept your hip pinned down. “You hold me so well…” Slid himself to the hilt inside. “Feels so good…”

It was almost too much and somehow not enough, the strength of him holding you down was sending another surge of arousal through your veins. By moving to be completely on your stomach, you granted him the control. The display of trust aroused him deeply, he throbbed once inside you. He supported himself on his elbow and let his hips drive himself into you over and over again, his hot breath right past your ear and behind it. His tongue darted out against your neck, tasting your skin until his lips enclosed the spot. He brought an arm around and lifted your hips just a little, his next thrusts made you gasp for air. Desperately you moaned, the tightening in your core sought it’s release.

“You are so beautiful like this.” he breathed into your ear.

You doubted you didn’t look like the absolute mess he made of you, and hid your face into the pillow.

When he could sense that you doubted he was truthful, he became bolder. “I want you to come undone on me, to feel you hold and consume me.”

It was affecting you greatly, there was no hiding your moans as they grew louder, the pillows were no match against the sound.

He loved it. He loved to feel and hear you experience such pleasure by him. You felt so very slick, moved so very eagerly with him. Dammit… he had the perfect wife under him. Sweet, clever, brave. Wet, moaning, calling upon him for release like he was a deity.

He got very bold, a hint of his ego slipping through with how aroused he felt, “I want to spill into you. I want to see you walk around tomorrow and know that some of me is still inside you.”

It made you so flustered to hear him voice his desires, even worse when he sank his hand between your legs and began to massage you intimately. You grew restless under him, hot by the sensations he caused.

“Do you want that?” he asked so very gently, his movements were slower and deep, “To feel my seed flow into you and feel what you do to me?”

Suddenly he stopped, halting all administrations. You were confused for a few seconds until realizing he was truly making you ask for it. “Don’t stop.”

He hummed, pressing a kiss to the back of your head, then the side.

“Please.” you added.

He slid forward slow and deep, pausing when he was inside completely. “You moan so good” His hand glided down along your back and took hold of your bottom, kneading at it gently but firm. “You’re behaving rather submissive tonight.”

The need for him was too strong to feel embarrassed. “Lancelot…”

His hand slid between your legs again, “Perhaps I should taste what I feel?”

It felt too good to change positions. “No, please don’t pull out.”

If only you could have seen the glistering of his eyes that it caused to hear you say that. He slowly began to thrust, too slowly on purpose. A deep low moan came out of him as his eyes fell shut for a moment. “You want me to stay like this?”

“Yes.” Desperation you had not felt before came over you, the feeling of him slowly thrusting and caressing was somehow incredible but also making you desperate for more. Almost as if you wanted to crawl away to avoid it’s further release depraving torment. He was purposely delaying both yours and his release, wanting to make this pleasure last as long as it could.

When he thrusted forward again, you moved forward to avoid the stimulation as it was slightly overwhelming. He noticed and heard the desperate noises fill your throat, the way your hands were gripping at the pillows as if to strangle them. He did not let you escape the pleasure he gave and simply held you in place.

“Lance-” you whimpered in despair at his stimulation.

“Shhh…” he hushed, sounding ridiculously patient considering how hard he was, “What do you want me to do?”

Your answer was without shame, too in need for finding completion. “Please, let me come undone.”

His hips rolled faster again. “More?”

“Please…” you pushed yourself up a little by the elbows, feeling the angle change to just how you needed it to be.

He broke through his restraint, thrusting himself inside with long strokes. Your release was close, and he gave your thigh a greedy squeeze, then did the same to your rear. The moans broke free of the chains you held them in, louder than you’d expected.

He smirked down at the sounds filling his ears and quickened his pace to bring you to your height. “There you are…”

Your body was getting overwhelmed and reflectively you moved forward, he kept you perfectly on his cock and as he sank himself inside again your release hit. Your body shuddered strongly as you whimpered at the sensation. He had stilled for a moment, letting you come down from the most of it first.

He slowly thrusted whilst you recovered, eager to continue. The resuming stimulation had you squirm under him. He had a hand on your hip to keep you where he needed, thrusting with long deep strokes, the squirming only encouraging him as he could hear the quiet gasps coming from you.

He had felt you squeeze around his cock, felt your body tense and release. Gods, he wanted to bury himself to the hilt inside and never let you go again. He never made the noises he did before now, the deep grunting came natural, it all came so natural now. He dared to hold your hip, hold you close so there was practically no separation when he thrusted. He remained buried deep inside, withdrawing barely before forwarding again. This was how he preferred you, as close as he could have you.

His stamina had grown since the day you had consummated the marriage, he had gained more control over his body’s reactions and he took full advantage of it to enjoy it all longer.

“Come here.” The smile on his face was heard in that purring of his voice. With an arm around you, he moved your hips up, his pace increased. “I will have you shuddering under me again before the sun touches our window.”

You were holding on to the pillow for dear life. He was close, you knew it by the way he was breathing and trembling.

You spoke some titillating things to push him to his peak, “How will you do that? Are you going to use your tongue on me?”

It thrilled him. He was nearly out of breath. “Amongst other things…”

“Your fingers?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to sink them into me?”

“Yes.” His breathing got harder. “Make… you want more…” He leaned in, resting his forehead against the side of your head, needing the connection.

“You’re so close.” you whispered. “Go on, let me feel how good you feel.”

The request had barely left your lips and he fulfilled it. A desperate grunt fled him. He twitched and pulsed, spilling himself inside. He thrusted lightly until it was over.

He wanted to thank you, the only thing stopping him was the fear of how it could come across. So he said it over and over again in his mind as it slowly returned to him and he pressed his lips to the back of your head and to your temple.

You shivered, suddenly aware of the cold chill in the room after sweating. Upon noticing it, he withdrew himself and moved the sheets over the both of you, tucking you in. Your mind was still trying to comprehend how your body could possibly feel this good. He cleared his throat, feeling how dry it had gotten from breathing through it. His breathing steadied and he made you roll over to face him. He couldn’t resist reaching down to feel the result of this coupling between your legs. Your hand flew to his upper arm upon feeling it, your body still too sensitive.

The mixture of bodily fluids coated his fingers. He was yours and you were his, claimed once again by carnal need. Your skin glowed, the sweet small smile curled your lips, it was the perfect compliment.

He wiped his hand clean on the sheet and then cupped your neck to steal a kiss once more. He stole another. “I love how you are now…”

You smiled against his lips, at how he so craved the closeness. In battle stoic and cold, but here?

Your thumb pushed on his bottom lip, quickly covering his top lip too when he parted from your mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before.”

A mischievous smile grew upon his lips as he spoke against your thumb. “We still have a long night ahead of us if you wish to feel even better.”

You rested your forehead against his. “I meant my mind. But I must admit that my body does share the same feeling.”

“You are happy?” he brushed a hand over your head.

“I am.” you admitted. “And you? Have you come to accept this place as our home?”

“No.” he said. “My home is where you are. This place is just what keeps us warm against the snow.”

It was true. Anywhere could feel like home when around those one felt most welcome with. You moved closer to him, nesting into his chest to bathe in his warmth.

“I love you.” you breathed out against his skin.

He brought his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I you, Little Ember.”

This was home, this feeling when in his arms, the beginning of a life filled with a love neither of you thought existed until now. And no matter what the future would bring, together nothing could stop you. Together you would build a home in the castle that held the history of the Ash Folk.

And now it held it’s future too.

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